Damn, Prison Changed You

This post is all bits-and-pieces, just a warning. Proceed with caution:

Let me first start out by saying that Luke and I watched Pitch Perfect the other night and at first I was like, “This is so dumb, let’s watch Taken 2 (because I’m sure that will be soooo much better. Right.)”, and then 20 minutes later I was like, “This is so dumb, but it is so funny. Let’s keep watching.”

And then later that night I kicked our dresser in the middle of the night and I’m pretty sure I broke something in my foot.

A bone, perchance?

Either way, the top of my foot is black, blue and gnarly.

Way to go.

I can still run. Which means my sanity will remain relatively intact.

But you know what is super cool and not at all gnarly? The fact that Isla slept through the night for the FIRST. TIME. EVER.  Eight and a half months in and it was the first time I’d had a five hour stretch of sleep.

Isla, you’re killing me, smalls.

The fact is, both kids prefer sleeping in our bed…who can blame them? I’m a snuggler and they can’t get enough of it. But I’ve set my snuggling tendencies aside and they’ve both been kicked to the proverbial curb and are sleeping in their own beds all night for the last month or so.

I’m the new sleeping tsar. A sleeping dictator. A sleeptator!

I don’t know, just go with it.

 

Finn loves our bed. He can’t get enough of it, as you can see.

He also loves dragging Isla around by the back of her shirt…its fine on the tile because she slides…but carpet? Not so much.

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And now for something completely different!

Does anyone else get annoyed when some random person always (always) parks in front of your house/dwelling blocking half the street because they can’t park for shit AND they’re going to a house that’s  relatively far away but also has ample parking in front of it?

Because this has been happening over here and I’m not quite sure how to deal with it.

I’ve contemplated putting a note on her car saying “Stop parking in front of our house. It’s weird”.

I’ve thought about writing a letter impersonating the city.

Last, but certainly not least, I’ve paying off the snow plow guy so he'll 'accidently' plow the car since there's barely enough room for him to get by now anyway.

Ahem.

The worst part is that people have asked me if that’s our new car…and the car is pretty ghetto. So that’s embarrassing.

The passive-aggressive part of me hopes she’ll just read this blog and get the hint. I don’t know her, but maybe she’s stalking me?

And there you go folks, one of the most slapdash blog posts yet. I hope you all enjoyed and were confused by it. And to cap it off, here are my little kiddos being friends:

 

Like A Rolling Stone...Something Like That.

Here are some things...in bullet point format (because times they are a changing. At least for this post):

-I'm currently watching Pretty Little Liars, eating a HUGE Kneader's chocolate cake, AND talking to the TV. I'm the coolest.

- I submitted my grad school application yesterday and all of my recommendations were submitted today (!).

-The most awkward part of this whole application process? Having to literally beg professors who barely know me to write something good about me. Once again, I'm the coolest.

-Finn is ridiculous. His latest ridiculousness includes asking to watch the news on TV in the morning and yelling "Come back, Isla!" at the top of his lungs any times Isla goes anywhere. And anytime we go down a hill in the car he puts his hands in air and yells "weeeeeee!"...I may have taught him that one. Or maybe I already did that every time we went down a hill and he just caught on. Semantics.

-He's (strangely) getting very polite and says "Thank you, mommy" every time I give him something. It's weird. He even likes to hold Isla's hand and say "Don't worry, Isla" when she cries. Who is this kid?

How cute is this boy?!

BFF's...and football fans, apparently.

-And the most ridiculous of them all? Isla. She is seriously crawling up stairs. And walking while holding on to the couch. She pulls herself up on everything. She's nuts. I can't handle it.

(I lied. I can totally handle it. But really, I have to close the door to the stairs or else she's off like a rocket)

How cute is this girl?!

-I'm treadmill training for a half-marathon (or will be until its not negative whatever degrees out at 6 in the morning). So that sucks. I can read while I run but then I go too slow. Or I can try and watch TV but then the earphones shock my ears and I swear really loudly. But I did just got a new ipod...let the swear-free training begin!

-Ever since watching Les Mis a few weekends ago I've kind of been hooked on listening to the 25th Anniversary London cast soundtrack (it brings me back to my childhood when my mom listened to that CD ad nauseum).

Anyway, now teaching colors has taken on a whole new level...Hey Finn, what color is that?...Red. Nope, its the blood of angry men. What about this color?...Black. Wrong again! Its the dark of ages past.

Get it right, Finn!

-Now I'm eating Finn's fruit snacks and the 700 Club has come on TV and I haven't changed the channel. Things are getting pretty sad over here. Someone please come save me!

Bonne Année!

Welcome friends, to our New Year's rundown.

With no surprise, and for the umpteenth time, I fell asleep before midnight on new year's eve. The big surprise? Luke fell asleep before me.

For twenty minutes, I was the coolest person in our house. Stayin' up like a boss. That's right.

Please disregard the fact that I was staying up because I was piecing another beast of a quilt. That kind of takes away from the cool factor, right?

In any case, before my riveting night of quilting, Luke and I were afforded the rare and glorious opportunity to go see a movie.

We saw Les Miserables.

I've cried less at a funeral.

That's a fact. I was bawling and Luke was smirking at me while I did so. Rude.

I consider myself quite the Francophile, so the fact that I wasn't running down the street yelling, "Vive la France!!!" after the movie was quite the testament to my restraint. It was brilliant.

I am now currently reading the unabridged book... in French (the last part of that sentence is entirely untrue). 1800 pages, baby. Bring it on.

Perhaps this new burst of literary ambition has something to do with the fact that I am about 2 days away from finally submitting my application to the English Master's program at BYU.

It's like I think that maybe the deciding committee is watching me and if they see me reading some piece of garbage they'll be like, "Nooo waaay". But if they see me reading unabridged Les Mis, I'll be a total shoe-in.

This all makes sense in my head.

As for the kiddos? They don't really care that it's a new year.

I don't even think they've made any resolutions.

Except for Finn...he's trying to get buff like Shaun T when we do Insanity workouts on the mornings when it snows and I can't escape for a run: